Thursday, July 30, 2009


She feels for cotton.
She says, "I fell on my neck."
She can relate to silence.
She says, "It's not so bad," when it is so bad.
She says she loves her friends.
She says, "saying can wait."
She says she cries.
She says, "either way pain comes."
She says, "honor yourself."
She says, "harvest the cotton."

Nessus Bitch

No beggar.

No dependence.

No home wrecker.

Eeeek! Final Four decided tonight

My two favorites in this dance! I hope they aren't voted off tonight. Beautiful, you must watch.

Indeed, thank you

For the twirling
nervous belly

Airport Express Pick-up Window

He sat next to me
asked for a light
and an Indian man
much to my delight
with nonsense in
his pocket
he showed me his
they fade so quickly
and change with
rainbow speed
makes you wonder
if there was ever
a rainbow at all

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Music of the night

The Pilfers!! One of the only bands I ever went to NYC for. What a crew we were, skanking, fist waving, screaming. Good times!

A reality of the forest

Pines smell sweetly
after rain

clings to
palms when climbed.

Peak through needles
from canopy

off sap
with sea water.

Put away binoculars
and the

ocean and
shore are perfected.

Harbor's children know
when to

Shatner does Palin

Thank you Julie for posting this on Facebook. It's truly a work of art :) haha

Horoscopes for all!

I don't know If I am allowed to post this or not...but like the poem below says, fuck it! Rob Brezsny is an extremely intuitive astrologer who I've been reading for years. He does a one a week thing in the Advocate and for his newsletter. Since I have friends and family of all signs I thought I'd share. His newsletter is free and you can sign up at the url below. Happy astrologizing :)

Week beginning July 30
Copyright 2009 by Rob Brezsny
Grammar key: Asterisks equal *italics*

LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): Would you like to spend the next 30 years
working your assets off to make your bosses rich? If not, I suggest you
start formulating Plan B immediately. The astrological time is not exactly
ripe to extricate yourself from the wicked game, but it's ripe to begin
scheming and dreaming about how to extricate yourself. Here's a tip to
get you in the mood. Assume that there's some validity in the meme that
mythologist Joseph Campbell articulated: "Follow your bliss and the
money will come." Then ask yourself, "Do I even know what my bliss is?
Not my mild joy or diversionary fun but my unadulterated bliss?" Once
you know that, you can follow it. And then, inevitably -- although it may
take a while -- the money will follow.

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): As the season of riddles and paradoxes kicks
into high gear, I present you with a two-part quiz. Question 1: Since it has
taken you your whole life to become the person you are today, is it
reasonable to expect that you can transform yourself in a flash? Question
2: On the other hand, since you are more creative than you give yourself
credit for, and are also in an astrological phase when your ability to
change is greater than usual, is it reasonable to assume that you must
remain utterly stuck in your old ways of doing things?

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): So much to say and do. So little time. Is it OK if
I pepper you with pithy hints? It's the only way to fit everything in. Here
goes. There's strength in numbers, Libra. So travel in packs. Round up
support and whip up group fervor. Always say "we," not "I." Add at least
one new friend and bolster at least one old friendship. Think before you
act, but always act instead of watching from afar. Avoid doing stupid
things in smart ways. To court good luck, do charity work. To ensure that
extra favors will come your way later this year, do extra favors now.

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): The Biblical book of Isaiah prophesies a
future time of undreamed-of harmony and cooperation. "The wolf will
romp with the lamb," reads one translation. "Cow and bear will graze in
the same pasture, their calves and cubs will grow up together, and the
lion will eat straw like the ox." I have it on good astrological authority that
you're now eligible for a mini-preview of this paradisiacal state. To receive
your free introductory offer, you need only meet one condition. You must
vow not to harm any living thing -- not even a cockroach. Not even the
person you love best.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): You Sagittarians are famous for filling
your cups too full. Sometimes this is cute. Sometimes it's a problem for
those who don't like Cabernet Sauvignon sloshed on their handwoven
Persian rugs. This week, however, I predict there will be little or no hell to
pay for overflowing. So go ahead and transcend your containers, you
beautiful exaggerators. Feel free to express yourself like a fire hose. Now
enjoy a few gems from your fellow Sagittarius, the extravagant poet and
painter William Blake. 1. "The road of excess leads to the palace of
wisdom." 2. "Exuberance is beauty." 3. "The lust of the goat is the
bounty of God." 4. "You never know what is enough unless you know
what is more than enough."

CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): Constant vigilance, my friend. That's what
I advise. Be attentive to details you sometimes gloss over. Wake up a
little earlier and prepare for each encounter with greater forethought.
Stare a little harder into the hearts of all those whose hidden motivations
might detour your destiny. Monitor all communications for hints that all is
not as it seems. Most importantly, guard against the possibility that you
may be overlooking a gift or blessing that's being offered to you in an
indirect way.

AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): "Keep exploring what it takes to be the
opposite of who you are," suggests psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi,
author of the book *Creativity: Flow and the Psychology of Discovery and
Invention.* This advice is one of his ideas about how to get into
attunement with the Tao, also known as being in the zone or getting in
the groove or being aligned with the great cosmic flow. How would you go
about being the opposite of who you are, Aquarius? According to my
reading of the omens, that will be an excellent question for you to muse
about in the coming weeks. As you stretch yourself to embody the secret
and previously unknown parts of you, I think you'll be pleased with how
much more thoroughly that allows you to be in sync with the rhythms of

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): Internet addiction has risen to epidemic
proportions in China. In early 2009, psychologists in Shandong province
began offering an alleged cure that involved the use of electro-shock
therapy. Parents of 3,000 young people paid Dr. Yang Yongxin and his
team over $800 a month to hook their anesthetized teens up to
machines that sent electricity through their brains to induce artificial
seizures. After four months, the Chinese government intervened and
halted the treatment, noting that there was no evidence it worked. This
practice might sound comically barbaric to you, but I think it has a certain
resemblance to the way you have been dealing with your own flaws and
excesses: with inordinate force. In the coming weeks, I really think it's
important not to punish yourself for any reason, Pisces, even if it's in a
supposedly good cause. The lesson of the Chinese experiment is: not only
is it overkill, it also doesn't even have the desired effect.

ARIES (March 21-April 19): Are you a gelatinous pool of longing yet? Are
you a perfumed garden of madly blooming purple explosions? Are you
throbbing and gooey and half-nauseous with that delicious sickness some
people called love? If not, I don't know what to tell you. By all astrological
reckoning your gut should be swarming with drunk butterflies and the
clouds should be taking on the shapes of mating horses. If you're not half-
drowning in these symptoms, I implore you to find a way to pry open the

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): You're primed to cancel a jinx in the coming
days, Taurus. You could help someone (maybe even yourself) escape a
bewitchment, and you might be able to soothe a wound that has been
festering for a long time. In fact, I'm playing with the fantasy that you are
now the living embodiment of a lucky charm. At no other time in recent
memory have you had so much power to reverse the effects of perverse
karma, bad habits, and just plain negative vibes. Your hands and eyes are
charged with good medicine. Other parts of you are, too, which means
sexual healing could be in the works. But as you embark on your mission
to cure everyone you love, remember the first law of the soul doctor:
"Physician, heal thyself."

GEMINI (May 21-June 20): The Norwegians used to have a concept called
*svoermere,* which meant something sweetly futile or deliciously
unprofitable. While I can see the appeal that your particular version of
*svoermere* has had for you, Gemini, I think it's time to think about
moving on. According to my reading of the omens, you have both a right
and a duty to seek out more constructive pleasures that not only make
you feel good but also serve your long-term goals.

CANCER (June 21-July 22): It's Freedom from Want Week! For Cancerians
only! During this uncanny grace period, you might actually feel perfectly
contented. It's quite possible that you'll be free from the obsession to
acquire more security, more love, more proof of your greatness, more
chotchkes, more everything. You may even make the shocking discovery
that you don't need nearly as much as you thought you did in order to be
happy; that maybe you have a lot to learn about getting more out of
what you already have.

little block of words

I could sit here,
reread the years,
watch a fruit-fly
land in my beer,
or i could resolve
the lump in my
throat and speak.

aww, fuck it.

Monday, July 27, 2009

loud music night is already a post

Yay, the good old days. I don't enjoy all of the bands I used to listen to, but Soundgarden certainly holds up.

How could you not like Spoonman?!

I made a drawing of a spoon once
It spoke to me
In a silly fashion
as if a child
had made the words

She plays the harpsichord


Hey! Get off my back.
I'm making progress here.
No I'm not holding my

Not you, silly.
It's just hot in here.
I'm an unsure beast.
Round house kicking the air.
At you but at me too.
At the space.

Here's my drawing
of the space
not of us:

A bending
journey to

quite like before.

new balanced hemishperes:
that answers it.
what I've feared.
all in the past.
all in the past.

I'm not fond of
this song.

Do you ever find yourself restless?

Here are some activities that might help:

Listen to the Traveling Wilburys and shake your booty.

Take a shower but don't twirl around because you might fall.

Pretend to sing like Roy Orbison because it will make you smile.

Set up humane traps for gnomes in your back yard or at a state park.

Sit on the ground in a ball and pretend to be a rock.

Make a chorus line. Use brooms as other people if you are alone.

Sing the operatic alphabet.

Drive until you find rain, park your car and run through it screaming in delight.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

For Lisa

(who is addicted to Farmtown)

Siloh cats
eat dog bones
in the town's
farm called
Land of the Lost.

Dance, dance, dance

These are from So You Think You Can Dance, the only show I DVR. Contemporary dance hits me when done well...and these are :) Ha, I just realized all the gal's names start with K. Hurray for the arts and cheers to good television!

From outside

at the angle
of the bedroom wall

has a threshold-
once hit


to the ceiling.


Pubic hair becomes
a hay(na)ku

Lots of air

Stuck in my favorite poetry.
All day readings.
Spongebobed to distraction.
Dolphins of joy, surf lessons.

Mallarme- I just don't know.

There is art in my room.
I make it all the time to realize
things invisible.
A fragmented world I know you
can see. There is no aim,
no answer.
The traveler follows the rose.

I swallowed a hair with my iced coffee.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Morning Song

Bring out the french press, Creeley, mug. Sit on the sidewalk next to deadheaded daisies. Read, bookmark with blades of grass. Wish I could read aloud. Go in.

Bring out mug, towel, french press, a different book. Sip cold beverage, read, watch bug flutter into a hole in the soil, wait for the bug to come back out, read. Notice rain drop on page three, turn page. See soaked through rain drop on page four, five, six. Scratch mosquito bite on left eyebrow. Go in.

Thursday, July 23, 2009


Draw an elephant in eyeliner on my tricep
Drink black coffee out of a Sea World mug
Dance to Dee-lite in my underwear
Say goodbye in crab talk
Serenade my neighbors
Read On The Road
Drink Champagne
Throw a party
Buy tissues
Make love

Reminds me of dragons


Piece by piece a lily bulb unravels.

Follow up on In The Distance

false stars of sailboat lights

Why am I wasting time walking aimlessly across the sand? I could be writing by moonlight. With Lisa at the shore I walk to the cement to sit but an object being jostled by the waves catches my attention. It's a horseshoe crab turned upside down. Glasses go on so I can inspect the legs for life but the gentle lifting and lowering is a product of buoyancy, not instinct. The smell of rotting seaweed sends me off to find another writing spot. The bench at the edge of the sanded area of the park looks safe enough.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

I've had this stuck in my head ALL DAY!

Please don't spoil it for me...because I'm sure this isn't what he is saying, but I've always thought he says, "I lick your boom-boom now." That's the part that get's stuck in my head all the time. lol

Singing Bowls

Lisa and I made a little song by playing our singing bowls together.



Listening intently, so closely it burns my ear.

Monday, July 20, 2009

In the Spirit

of capitalism I am having an art sale! Everything in the shop is half off. Yes, 50% off :) lol
Have a peek. Buy some presents.

In the distance

lost inside the space current
leaving increases the view

Past Life Connections

meteorite birdsong
outsider child

My 300th Post

And what a post it is! You will learn where my head is at these days...
What is more important to me? Car payments or a spur of the moment Paris trip? I wish I could be the type of person who negates responsibility to live in the moment, claiming happiness with the click of a button. The loud, decisive 'SOLD' sound clip from the Nintendo version of Monopoly plays in my head while I think about this enticing offer below. Ahh! Buy my art so I can go to Paris. You can come too!

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Creepy Blogger/Google Sales Machine

I just wrote a post that contained the word manure in it.
I pushed publish.
I saw an ad for a manure spreader next to the 'your post has been published: view blog' screen

Get out of my ear please and drive, drive, Goodwill, drive

1. I am sure you are unaware of your little shout out...
But please don't yell into my ear.
Thanks :)
(you probably don't know who you are) lol(lipops)

2. What a great driving and Goodwill day!! Whenever I need to unwind I go for a long drive to the Northwest corner of CT. Today the target was Sharon and was then extended to Hitchcock Hills, NY. Amazing farms, signs for Raw Milk, cows, horses, manure smells... Loved it all. There was a quick stop at the New Milford Goodwill for books, a tape and, I was hoping, a guitar. I've never even seen a guitar at goodwill. I lost mine to warping (and other things) recently. So it goes...
The books! What great stuff I found: a book of quotations, Oxford Concise ed., Philosophy of the Ancients, and Philosophy Before Socrates. The kicker though is the tape, "Rachel's Camp Mix #2." It's from the Summer of 1989 recorded on a Goldstar tape. The songs are all things I listened to around that time, too. So strange!
It's the end of the world as we know it
The one I love
Like a Prayer
Express Yourself
Miss American Pie
Man in Motion
St. Elmos Fire
Can't Touch This (yes, MC Hammer!!!)
Free Fallin'

I've been searching through tapes at Goodwill for over a decade and have never seen a tape with my name on it. It was great listening during my drive.

all that the rabbit is

Rabbit hopscotching ribs,
jump-roping veins-

Monday, July 13, 2009

Here's what I'm gonna do with that phone line

OK, so here it starts...another crazy project that could be very fun for all. I am turning my spare phone number into a poetry line. What you do is call (203)364-8348 and leave a message of:

The title of the poem
The poem itself
Your name
and if you'd like to, your city/state

Once I have a bunch to work with I'll make one per day the message body. Y'all can still leave your poems as a message and I'll change it up. These mini-readings should be great fun. I love hearing poetry :)

Any questions - please comment below. Thanks!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

One Last Thing, by William Michaelian

One Last Thing

One last thing
before I say hello:
here is a flower.

It cried out at first,
but on you it no
longer seems alone.

Hello, my love. Hello.

This poem is from his truly wonderful book Another Song I Know.

(Illustrated by me)

Sean Cullen I Love You

can't stop laughing

poor quality chocolates.....WOW

The Three

Friday, July 10, 2009

love affair with boxed potatoes

Over-salted flakes of
dehydrated potato

Loud music night & karaoke?!

Having all my cd's packed up was tough but uncovering them is fun! Today's set list included Better Than Ezra, Stone Temple Pilots, Nirvana Unplugged and The Doors. The night is still young of course. I have a new hobby which is singing karaoke (haha, never thought that would happen!) I have been wanting to sing Hurdy Gurdy man because it's such an awesome and hilarious song. My favorite song to sing is No Rain by Blind Melon...but is some Live Nirvana:

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

two sides

It's always interesting to see how two people respond to the same situation.

pocket dialed by a wrong number

I was pocket dialed today by a wrong number. There is some laughing and apparently someone lost his shirt.
give a listen
I have a love/hate relationship with Vonage. I got the service a few months ago and only made one call with it so far. It costs about $30 a month with the taxes and fees which isn't bad, but it's been sitting in a box in my new basement for almost two months. I don't need a land line now because my roommate has one. I can think of several awesome things to do with a phone number but they all require effort. My favorite idea is to have a silly emergency line. I could record some silly things each day so people can call and get their daily silly dose. They can use it at the office as a pick-me-up after a boring or frustrating meeting. I would have loved that when I was working in an office. The only problem I see with that is waking up at the same time everyday to record it. My sleep schedule varies by hours everyday. Anyway, so the hate part of my Vonage relationship is that to cancel the service costs $40. When it costs money to make a phone call that I don't want to make anyway you can be assured that it will take me months to do it.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Waking up Tired

Whenever I wake up this tired I know I've been places. Hard at work in dream land means two things: meeting up with people I am working with and letting go of deep issues. Two nights ago I had the best possible dream. We were in a grassy area next to a stream. The grass was so vibrant green it had a blue aura, how I imagine Tennessee to be. We were shy with each other at first. You barely looked at me but when you did it was with the same telling eyes as always. I could tell what you wanted to know and it didn't take me long to spill it. "You know I'm in love with you, right?" You melted a little at this. You were happy to hear that it's real. I was happy to see you standing your ground, not running away like I always imagined you would do. "I want to get to know you better," I followed. Ease. We can be friends.

Monday, July 6, 2009

the earbud

It's really a 'one ear headset' that I use to listen to sound on my computer when people are sleeping. I am convinced that it makes scary things even creepier. It must be the proximity to the brain or something. The sounds have less distance to travel before registering. I am again, watching something I shouldn't even be watching at all at 4am. I must like the thrill of it. I walk out to the kitchen and turn all the lights on while being super quiet all the while looking back over my shoulder for dark shadows. They can creep up on you so silently, you know. haha. I'm so crazy sometimes. I thought I left the terrifying behind a long time ago.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

not in my head

Thank you for this. I really thought it was all in my head. Words aren't coming to me anymore. The bunny left my belly today. It hopped a few feet to rest in the crook of a tree. Staring back, I believe it said, "not shy no more." It wasn't really a bunny, but a little animal, cream colored, with short ears. All the same, it took away my fear.

where our mix tape meets

under a boulder
above the moss